The Faded Quadrant
The steam from the radiator hissed in a rhythm that matched the trembling of Elias Thorne’s hands, a mechanical counterpoint to the human fear that had taken root in his chest. He stood before the mahogany desk of Mr. Halloway, the senior auditor of the Ironclad Shipping Company, holding a ledger that weighed less than a brick but felt heavier than the iron girders of the factory outside. "Mr....
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